The next contestant

   Next time I woke up,I felt a cold hard chain on my neck. It was dragging,weighing me down as if I was an animal,out of bounds. I had to be trapped,punished. The chain was cold hard steel,I could not move much and either way,I was bruised,hurting,wounded. It felt like the end of days,for me at least. I opened my eyes and saw the beast. That’s what it seemed like. It was his hound. On a leash but oh so close to my face. I could tell the animal was starving,it was angry,it was ready to tear me apart,into tiny pieces only to swallow them up at once. The beast was snarling,drooling,angry,barking at me..I could not put a fight,show any emotion. I was exhausted after what he did to me. Why did he do it?Who was he?What did he want from me and why me in the first place?Speak of the devil…
   There he was..A shadowy tall figure,the hand holding the beast back.All I could see is his silhouette. A tall lanky slim man,what seemed to be like he was dressed in a suit,and glasses. Glasses shining in the dark,giving of a little bit of a moonlight reflection. What did he want?He was just standing there,watching. Is he getting off on this?Is he doing it for someone else?I don’t remember much,who took me?Why?All I remember is that I met a man who started talking to me,I don’t remember what he wanted and next thing I know it all goes dark. What happened?

 
-Shadowy figure spoke:That’s a nice look James..Suits you.
-James:Who are you?What do you want?
-SF:It is not what I want,it is what he wants?I’m just here to check on you. To make sure our prized possession is safe and sound.He would not want you to hurt yourself,James.
-James:Who is he?Why am I here?Where are we?If you don’t want me to hurt myself then let me go.I will die here. I will hurt myself and you don’t want that.
Message comes through into his tall man’s ear. He puts a finger to his device and listens for instructions. He has received them. The man started to walk away,telling James,last words of wisdom.
-SF:I suggest you put up a fight. He doesn’t like it when people give in and give up,show you care,show your fire and your passion and then,maybe,you might have a chance to see your family.
As he was closing his door he said..
-SF:Good luck.
And the door was shut.James did not even have time to say or ask anything and the man was gone. Suddenly,chain was down,shackles released and the man was free. It felt good!Freedom,up on his legs,the man was free,somewhat. Even thought the feeling was nice,it only let James know how much he was hurting and how bruised his body was. Before too long, the wall behind him started to slide to the side. There was an opening,a doorway. Way out?This easy?What is happening?Whatever it was,it was not going to be as easy as catching the bus. The door was out of the way and James started to make his way. While he was making small slow steps towards the light coming his way,only then he noticed cameras in the corners of the old dusty room. Moving,spying,watching his every move. What the fuck is going?What is this?James just wanted to get away from it all. He started to move faster.Faster and faster towards the light coming through. He was running,the freedom was close.The chanting,it was getting louder. He snapped back into reality after getting carried away thinking that this is it. Chanting. As he was running it was getting closer and louder. He was out!All these people,the scream,euphoria,they were cheering for James. He,he was the next contestant.